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Stalker

Don stared through his binoculars, watching the upper window as she came into view. Her tan skin was hidden only by the sheer moo-moo that floated around her, weightless. She had beautiful, perky tits; they bounced with every move she made. He watched as she worked the straps down before shimmying from the light garment. Standing bare in front of the mirror on her wall meant she allowed Don the perfect view of her tight ass and curl-clad pussy. She was the shape of his very desire, his erection couldn't help but agree. Undoing the button and zipper, he allowed his manhood to spring free, stroking as he watched her hands crawl over the curves of her breasts and ass, playing as they went. She pinched and scratched, putting on a show as if she knew he was watching. He grunted in raw pleasure as he stroked himself all the harder. The speed became a blur as she slipped her hand between her moist petals. Don could see them glistening from the perch of his window. He loved everything about her. Her soft mounds were at the front of his fantasies. He wanted so badly to feel his cock rubbed between those perfect breasts. He would pull and play with her nipples as she stared up into his eyes; his dick nestled between soft; smooth flesh. He came with a burning fire as thoughts of her plagued his mind. His seed spilled forth to shoot over the window and coat his cock head. Taking out his video camera, he shot for another fifteen minutes as she came all over her hand. He would add the ...

... shots to his computer later; right now she was headed to the grocery store, and he didn't want to miss what she might buy. Changing into fresh clothes, he dressed in record speed before he slipped from his apartment, clad in black. Staying back a block, he watched as she turned right, heading away from the store. What was his little minx up to? Following a little closer in hopes of not losing his dream girl, Don found himself in the shadier part of town. She was heading into the Triple X. So this was what she was craving, even after such a hot release only moments ago. Opening the golden doors, he followed her inside. Looking around he found her heading toward the back where private rooms lined the walls. Stepping over rutting bodies, he watched her enter room seven. Standing just outside the door, Don hoped to catch some noises to let him know what his sweet pussycat was up to. He could hear nothing over the fucking in the other room. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed the door open to catch a glance. To his utter surprise, he found her nude with her legs spread wide; her fingers playing with her clit. She spoke in a husky voice, "I was wondering when you would have the courage to enter for some fun. Are you the one whose eyes watch as I cum? I have been waiting to feel that firing cock I always glimpse in my mirror." Don couldn't help but swallow, his fantasy may just about to be fulfilled. Undoing his pants, his cock sprang from its cage. Looking her in the eye, he spoke ...